Σάββατο, 24 Οκτωβρίου 2015

The Hallows

Where lay the mystic mountains
There's a monastery wrapped in faint blue smoke and cold mist
Few people live there now since years thousands
Hiding a secret so well, but here's the twist...

Every even year's October they get prepared..
Because something approaches the mountains and everyone is scared.
When the late sunlight paints the clouds and the last leaf falls
They rush in their houses and lock the doors.

This is the time when the secret is being revealed
Through the chants by the fire and the whispers from the trees
It's a mystical prayer, invoking the spirits of hallows and saints
Who martyred the darkness in pain and through terrible ways.

The darkness approaches those who deny it, willing to fight.
They are  demons who appear at night and in broad light,
Crossing the barrier between dimensions they break into the world
Leaving behind only suffer and cold.

They might turn into humans, dreams or thοughts
Reaching all places in different forms.
Ages ago they had again transformed
Into  kings and queens spreading death to all.

Some people recognized them and bravely resisted
In their minds and hearts a different light existed.
It had no name but It was there,
Encouraging and comforting  from the despair.

The demons got mad, unleashed screams and fire
Killing those people;  who were the martyrs,
The knights of Light, the keepers of Truth,
Denied their life, all pleasures and youth.

This some might get it or some might not
Back then people's minds were clean and pure.
So light up a candle and whisper a spell
They will secretly be here again...

Of course you can try to scare your friends
Dress up and follow the Ηaloween trends
The demons won't come as werewolves and vampires
But only as humans burning from desires...









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